I’ve given into the chance of spri… Where my bones creak with the sun I speak on crinkled pages The only way I can be true; be my… Is in these moon-soaked scribbling…

This green-eared wily boy Had eyes that betrayed him They spoke galaxies Without just approval He couldn’t spell truth

Under these fruit-topped trees  Adorned with jasmine fragrance Is where I name my soul I give it a splendor  And try to hold fast to it

Tell me of a land where no bombs f… And milk and honey flowed eternal Thats where I dream I will be When my bones have no further use And sickly-spirits takes hold of m…

Under so blood red summer rays I drown my youth in color Driving the long haul dreamt in  Hallowed mother’s cloud Furrowed in salt beds lined

Please, My Child, don’t let these… For they cannot but pierce the ski… Their teeth stare at you through a… Clawing at the dew of the morning.

I have longed to disappear From the echoing of lies Neatly tucked in pursed lips Drowned in false gaiety Sped on fancy-free ruinous mouths

While this, my green passion Reared in composts drawn on skylin… I posted yearnings in heaven homes Justifying art when art had few bo… But my mother had a ceramic schedu…

These waves wash over my skin Like fiery chasms  Rushing the blood in the veins That boils at this image Before my neon glow mirror

It ran down my throat, creeping li… Ringing like death, reminding me o… Of one where I was molested of my… And I cannot fathom your wings They grasp at my eyes

Saddest day we gleam Though you shone late In catholic mournings I send You shine like Hyperion All moon beams and leaves of blue

This is the wicked time of year I cringe and scream to god in hunt… Unable to breathe, to gasp My demons clasp my throat Where sins are remembered

Had I been endowed with equal por… My mind would not give in to disto… My sunrise of morning glory Would be apparition of this story

These wings that drive my passion… Sometimes seem like they bounce The nightmarish space upon itself I see clearly through nimble knees Covered in sleep, A cradle 

As these so-ever slow dropping wat… A touch that seems unwanted, unmer… Feeding on my skin, eating essence Unfamiliar I stare at cold stony… Coursing from mean faucets